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One year ago if someone had told me I would’ve been stealing food off the butchers counter I would have scoffed!Those were my thoughts as I raced through the alley , driven to run faster by the angry butcher holding a meat cleaver charging after me. I clutched the chicken even closer to myself as I ran. Stumbling i staggered on through the crowded back alleys of the city. Behind me I could hear the enraged butcher howling curses to the wind. Suddenly i slipped , tumbling to the dust I desperately tried to get to my feet but it was too late. The butcher kicked me back to the ground, he was a monster of a man pushing 6ft4 he towered above me. Curling up into a ball I prepared myself for the inevitable beating, praying his cleaver would not be used. It didn’t come, a man was bargaining with him, offering him money. The butchers studded boot slammed into my ribs, seemingly his way of saying goodbye. With a final string of curses he left. The tidal wave of relief that washed over me was short lived as I was ordered to my feet. As I rose sudden pain exploded in the back of my head then it all went black…
I woke with a start on the back of a moving carriage , I was bundled in the back like a sack of grain. Then the pain caught up with me, a constant flaring agony
burning through the my skull. Every breath was torture. Then I heard a mans voice, his tone was not threatening or overly loud yet it commanded your attention , it gripped you , but within that tone there was a sense of warning.
“Ah Dylan , your awake.” With those four words my alarm bells went off…how did he know my real name.
“Look I should tell you now, if you are thinking of running look around yourself, Dylan there is nowhere to run.”
It was then I realised where I was, I was in the marshes .The marshes stretched for miles and miles , great fields of quagmire and reeds.Nobody went into the marshes for fear of getting lost.
“Look kid you have a long journey ahead of you I suggest you get some rest.”As I lay in the jolting carriage trundling on through sticky mud and quagmire I couldn’t rest. There where too many questions racing through my mind.
‘Who was the man.’
‘Where was he taking me.’
‘Why did he want me.’
‘How did he know my real name.’